In first grade, when I finally got to go, my teacher was Miss Cosgrove...the sweetest, kindest lady in the world...a perfect first grade teacher. And I think I and a couple other of the little girls were kind of her favorites as we were Catholic...in a public school..in a town where Catholics were in a minority.
Again...back in the good ol' days, people didn't get too hung up about separation of religion and public schools. Miss Cosgrove would have never tried to influence the Protestant kids, but I remember her helping us Catholic girls learn our Catechism. First grade was the year when we would receive first communion and go to confession for the first time. She would have wanted us to be very proper and good at it...and to feel comfortable. So we practiced...my mom always told the story that I confessed my "sins" (at age six!) to Miss Cosgrove rather than Father Scanlan! ( I was kind of scared of him...tall, white haired, red-faced...I grew to love him but not yet!)
We even had a Christmas Pageant at school...and guess who got to be Mary??? Yep, blonde haired, blue-eyed me!!
|First grade Nativity Scene-(me far left as Mary)|